The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort bring, That can, that can no comfort bring, With those exciting scenes will blend, O'er pleasure's… — Alfred Bunn Copy Share Image
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That… — Alfred Bunn Copy Share Image
The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort… — Alfred Bunn Copy Share Image
